Fjords of Dover

[Verse 1]
Salt on my tongue
Ice in my beard
Rust on the cutlass
Glory drawing near
Black sail rising
Over steel-gray foam
Chasing down legends
Far from home
[Chorus]
Upon the fjords of Dover
Where the cold winds bite
We raise our cups to thunder
To the long dark night
Ravens spin above us
Waves like walls of glass
Upon the fjords of Dover
We live and laugh and clash
[Verse 2]
Lanterns like embers
Swinging in the gale
Old runes carved
In the splintered rail
Celtic prayers
On the cabin door
Echo with laughter
And battle roar
[Chorus]
Upon the fjords of Dover
Where the cold winds bite
We raise our cups to thunder
To the long dark night
Ravens spin above us
Waves like walls of glass
Upon the fjords of Dover
We live and laugh and clash
[Bridge]
Sing
You battered souls (hey!)
Let the northern sky remember
Names burned bright in winter
Then fade like falling cinders
[Chorus]
Upon the fjords of Dover
Where the cold winds bite
We raise our cups to thunder
To the long dark night
Ravens spin above us
Waves like walls of glass
Upon the fjords of Dover
We live and laugh and clash

rock, Symphonic pirate power metal with male vocals; twin guitars riding a galloping double-kick, stacked choirs, and stormy strings. Verses feel like a heaving deck in rough seas with crunchy riffs and fiddle flourishes; chorus explodes into soaring, major-key hooks over choirs and pipe textures. Bridge drops to toms, low choir, and solo whistle before a final triumphant full-band charge., medieval, power metal, celtic, medieval rock, metal, shanty